Here’s a scene from a book I started back in 2008 or ’09. It was a YA about Christian, a black girl with a screwed up past and Abel, a white guy who doesn’t have much hope for the future.…
As I’m sure just about every writer does, I have a TON of random, under-developed, unfinished pieces of writing stored on my computer (& in my phone, in my iPad, in countless flash drives…), so in the spirit of #ThrowbackThursday, …
She inhaled sharply as he raised the small gun in his hands—he’d given it to her months ago, insisted she keep it in the drawer beside her bed despite her persistent claims that she’d never need it—and pointed it right at her. She inhaled, her eyes went wide, and then he pulled the trigger. [Read]
He was looking her straight in the eye, and she felt unsettled under his gaze. He was beautiful. Even in his wrinkled, slept-in clothes and with bags under his eyes and his six o’clock shadow growing darker, the man was absolutely stunning. [Read]
He never cared about getting caught. He cared very little about Van getting hurt. He cared senselessly about Maxie. [Read]
'Just lay there for a while, Max,’ Noelle calls, laughing. ‘Sometimes it’s best to just sit still when the rest of the world is spinning.’ [Read]
Her eyes darted back and forth across the room. They never fell on Isaac, and his never left her. [Read]
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